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And the meeting had officially started?
From what he could hear, Cole had caught bits and pieces of the conversation that had started in between a few more new Prophet employees scrambling into the conference room and the announcement that the Quidditch World Cup was going to be hosted in Britain this year. This little fact had caught his attention as he was one of the new sports journalists for the newspaper. Plus he did have some sort of a connection when it came to, at the very least, one professional Quidditch player, even if the man was a bit full of himself. Either way an article with such a person would be interesting, especially after that article about the Hogwarts versus All-Stars match in the latest issue of the Evening Prophet....
“Perhaps a few of us from the sports section of the paper could contact a few of the professional players for an interview?” Cole said looking at his new boss to the other faces of the staff, trying his best to avoid making any eye-contact with the Bubble-Head Charm Lady. “I do have a connection to a rather popular professional player, and I’m sure that he would not mind being interviewed. Or, if we wanted some more input from other players for an article or two, we could ask the head of the Games and Sports department to pull a few strings for us.”
Having thrown out a suggestion, he folded his hands on the table and noticed that a man was doodling on the ancient table as if it were a normal activity to do during a meeting. Peering out of the corner of his eye, he tried his best not to let a grin appear as he looked momentarily at the Bubble-Head Charm Lady’s face. She didn’t look exactly pleased to be seeing someone doodling on the table. But what was she clutching in her hands?
Don’t sneeze, Parker. … You don’t need to sne- “ACHOO!”
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